The old general finally rode his horse to a deserted cemetery. This was the grave of one of his comrades. It seemed to have been deserted for a long time. He was just an unknown soldier who died on the battlefield within a year of fighting. Not everyone

Soldiers will be praised for their merits. Even if some of them die, no one will remember them because they have no merit.

But this soldier was indeed a fellow countryman who joined the army with him. A few years later, he became a general, but he was already a handful of loess. Many people have fought in ancient times. Their deaths are not meaningless. Every drop of their blood is for

This country is rich, but the country will not remember every soldier, the country will only remember the merits.

The old general scattered the wine in front of the grave. He may be the only one who still remembers him among his colleagues from many years ago.

"Old Zhao! After so many years of separation, I never thought that I would be alive to toast you. We joined the army together and agreed to become famous together, but in the end it was you who took the first step, but I can't say that I'm embarrassing you, brother! Brother, I

I killed nearly a million enemy soldiers in my life and buried them with you. Now that I’m retiring and returning to my hometown, you shouldn’t blame me!”

"Alas! The court is like a battlefield! I still don't understand. Everyone says that I am a massacre and a murderer, but those people don't understand, and those ministers don't understand anything either? The whole country was in danger at that time, and I

If I don't be ruthless, how can I gain a foothold? No one is afraid of me. No matter how strong I am, I can't save this country!"

"They say I killed the refugees, but do you know why I killed them? How can I, a great general, have trouble with a group of refugees?"

"But we were marching in a hurry, and the front line was tight and we were about to break through. If I had been late for a quarter of an hour, countless people would have died. The borders of the country were endless, but I was the only one who could fight at that time. Even if I had the ability to reach the sky, I could not

There is no way to save yourself!"

"So I have to be fast and ruthless. If I kill some people once, I can make them afraid for the rest of their lives. In the end, even if I am gone, they will not dare to come again."

"Those refugees are blocking my march. I know they are pitiful, but what they should look for more is the ministers and officials, not me, the general. What can I do for them? When marching during war, should I give them military rations?"

I tried to persuade them, but they were all about to starve to death and were unwilling to leave even if they had a little hope. But I didn’t have time to waste time with them. If I left a little later, countless people might die. Since they didn’t want to leave,

, then let them all stay here! They are going to die anyway, so I, the general, will give them a ride."

"If I don't kill them, more people will die, and I really can't save them. Even if I give them all the food, how long will they live? If the country is broken, they are not dead, so I

Just kill him with all your heart. Anyone who blocks my way will die if the three armies advance!"

"When I took off my armor, I didn't hurt anyone. After I put on my armor, there was no one left in my way. They said I killed too many innocent people, but they were not innocent for obstructing the march. Aren't the really innocent ones those who died in battle?"

A soldier who went to the battlefield without even leaving his name?"

The old general was chattering in front of his comrade's grave. Unknowingly, he had grown old, and he was no longer the bloody murderer he had been before.

Perhaps because of drinking, his voice was a little hoarse. After all the hardships, he finally ended up discharging his armor and returning to his hometown. After all, he did not achieve success or fame, but he had no regrets. After all, he did not do it for glory and wealth in the first place.

Now that the world is at peace, what can he do if he takes off his armor? He is worthy of his comrades on the battlefield.

Above the clouds, Li Sizhuo looked at the drunken veteran below. There seemed to be a change in the world in his eyes. There was a thin line above everyone's head, and the line above the old general's head connected the entire world. This old general was

The Lord of the Age in this era, but now is indeed the moment for him to come to an end.

Every world will have one or several absolute protagonists. Their lives are destined to be endlessly prosperous along the way, just like God's help. They are the protagonists of the times, but there is no eternal protagonist in this world. Heroes also come to an end, just like Guo Jing and Qiao Feng.

Waiting for others, these people are definitely the protagonists in the first half of their lives, but what about after that? Not every hero can enjoy their old age. The book only records their most glorious moments, but most heroes also escape.

However, it prospered and then declined, and in the end it could only end tragically.

The old general is just a microcosm of an era. Li Sizhuo even saw himself in him. He is not one of the protagonists of this era. But is there really eternity in this world? He may be brilliant for a few years.

Ten thousand or even hundreds of thousands of years, but what about in the end? The flame often begins to slowly extinguish at its peak, and the same is true for people.

The old general below has left, and Li Sizhuo slowly landed. The warmth and warmth of human relationships in this world are not a manifestation of Tao. It can only be said that this old general is still inferior in skills. If he was coveting at his peak,

The throne, then he might be the emperor now, but everyone is proud. Did he not think about his end in his later years when he was at his peak?

A person who can become a general is at least not too stupid. A good bird hides a good bow, and a general dies in a prosperous age. He does not understand this truth, but he still chose to go without hesitation. In the end, he brought nothing with him, just like when he joined the army.

He also didn't take away anything. This is the spirit of a master of the era.

Li Sizhuo asked himself that he couldn't do this, but he admired such people very much. Some people don't want success and fame. Perhaps a word of recognition from others can make them happy for a long time.

As if he had some realization, Li Sizhuo closed his eyes for a long time, and a breath of fresh air surrounded his body for a long time.

The next day, there was an additional letter at the old general's home. It was unsigned and contained only one page of letter paper, with only a small poem written on it.

"The drunkenness has entered my belly and my voice is thick,

The sharp edge is stained red and withered in the grave.

There are no wronged souls under the hoofs of war horses,

Never used a sword to kill an innocent person."

The old general held the letter and looked up to the sky and laughed. Although he didn't know who the person who sent the letter was, it at least proved that his efforts were not in vain. At least one person remembered that he was worthy of this world!

Above the white clouds, Li Sizhuo was lying down. This time he finally entered the threshold of Confucianism and Taoism. At last he did not embarrass Old Man Kong! Uh... forget it! Even if he entered Confucianism and Taoism, I guess I would be the worst.

Anyway, not many people know about me, and I can’t lose my face to him. Just pretend that I don’t have this disciple!

"Let's go! I've stayed in this world long enough, let's go to other worlds."
Chapter completed!